"Yi Feng? The young man you planned to take as your disciple?"
Luo Hongfei's long white brows furrowed slightly, hesitation lingering in his eyes.
Fu Nantian replied, "Precisely. Although Yi Feng was only a Half-Saint, he was talented. He would be the most suitable guide to lead the way."
Luo Hongfei pondered silently and did not agree at once.
Before Fu Nantian could say more, the visitors from Lan Star let out cold, mocking laughter.
"A mere Half-Saint counts as talent? Has Yun Star truly fallen into such desolation?"
Their tone brimmed with contempt, and there was a trace of impatience in their eyes as well.
The two old men looked embarrassed, without much confidence to refute them.
Fortunately, the leading woman spoke coldly. "Cultivation does not matter. As long as he can guide us, that will do. The situation is urgent; summon him at once."
Hearing this, Fu Nantian quietly let out a breath and bowed as he explained.
"Please forgive me, Senior. My disciple is still inexperienced. This matter of guiding you is of great importance, so allow me to give him a few instructions."
Seeing the woman nod indifferently, Fu Nantian hurriedly took his leave and went outside.
Since the matter was of great importance, Luo Hongfei followed close behind.
The two old men rushed all the way to the little house at the village entrance.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, they saw the lazy Yi Feng basking in the sun. He seemed to have fallen asleep, and a jug of wine sat on the stone table beside him.
He was living more comfortably than they were, looking even more like an elderly gentleman than them.
The two old men exchanged quiet glances, their expressions different.
Fu Nantian smiled reassuringly, wearing an air of Trust me.
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